Veronica sent him the old picture. She should have left well enough alone. Why did she?

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Submitted: November 08, 2012

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As “D” arrived on the construction site he slipped his earpiece into his pocket along with his phone. He knew then that his thoughts all day would be about Veronica.

Had he frightened her off again? Did she believe that he was actually coming to a city in her vicinity? Should he call her back right now to provide the details of the trip? She
didn’t trust him anymore and he knew it. He had lied to her, he deceived her, he had hurt her and he knew it. His “bad boy” conscious wanted to accept her proposition of a secret
rendezvous when she proposed it a few months back while in a fit of anger with her husband. But she had to understand that his connection and respect for her and the way she always dreamed
about the union of marriage is what stopped him.“D” wanted her to know that he heard her all those years ago, he knew that a “good boy” would encourage her to stay put and work on her
life and relationship with her husband; better known as “he who has no name.”The intrinsic fight between his “good boy” and “bad boy” was vicious, selfish, mannish, and definitely went
down in the record books. His “bad boy” was indeed his dominant personality, he wanted to accept the invitation, he wanted to enjoy the moments of pleasure and lust regardless of the implied
attachments, he wanted to slurp from the fountain that dripped nectar from between her thighs. His “bad boy” did not give a damn, his “bad boy” would have enjoyed the friction and the heat
between them, he would have made every effort to blow her back out, his “bad boy” would have fucked her until sleep consumed them while enjoying the sounds of skin on skin, his nuts slapping
against the curve of her ass, and the sound of lubricated dick and cum-filled pussy pumping and retracting continuously.

The “good boy” reminded him that he vowed never to interfere as long as she was married. The “good boy” knew how much damage could be caused by this proposed indiscretion. His “good
boy” has listened and laughed at the stories about her son as he grew up, while all along thinking about what might have been if the abortion had never occurred. “D’s good boy” had accepted
that fact that he was not able to be all that Veronica needed then. He had had his turn and if she wanted to renew something for real he was up for the challenge but she would need to be
completely free from her relationship with “he who has no name.” He did not want to be the cause of that downfall; she would resent him for it later. His “good boy” has forced him to
take a back seat, stay in contact on the important days; birthdays, holidays, professional milestones. The “good boy” had been content to cheer her on through the disappointments,
tribulations, successes, and missteps. As of late, the “good boy” enjoyed the sexual tension and teasing that they enjoyed through Tango, Skype, Sexting, or plain old phone calls. They
all had proven successful in keeping his memories and fantasies of Veronica flowing regularly.

To hell with the “good boy,” he wanted to know if she truly was capable of doing all of those things with her mouth; arousing him from his sleep by juggling his nuts between her tongue and jaws in
one gulp, drinking down a full load of his thick hot lava like it is her last drink on earth, or satisfying is fantasies of semi-public sexual encounters?

“Fuck it!” “D” shouted. He had through his cards on the table, how would she play her hand?